its raining

Sun is rising
Proud and craned
Clouds are opposing
From peaks chains
Road turned black
For the rays to come
Burns the water
But still it rains
Now Air fights
Pushing from sides
Rain is struggling
Crammed in lane
Defeating the opponents
Makes its way
Tickling on the roof
Falls so drained
Thought and dreams
With no means
Scaters away
With its grace
Sleepy sleeps
In lithe cream
Breaking the silence
It Cries insane
Affection of lovers
Shreded in the air
Repels back
To its respective planes
Blotto clouds
Different amongst
Sheding the love
Rides over cairns
Scattering the light
Into colours of beauty
Running over each
Directs to the same
Thunders are cracking
Making hearts grave
Blockade of sunlight
Struggles but lame
Crowd of droplets
Like arrows of rain
Aligns to grid
Falls the same
Playing with them
A mad man's game
Standing in the middle
Still Haider tames...